"As you will, dear lady."

There is nothing to do save submit, and Grantaire shuts his eyes, amusement still written across his expression. He has his expectations, of course, and cannot think her practiced enough to have some other trick in mind. It is nevertheless a pleasure to hear the coyness in her voice and to offer himself as such to her mercy; predictable as it may be, the scenario is to be relished through the earnestness of her own actions.